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I chuckled under my breath while admiring the natural sway of Atlas’s hips and the way her round ass bounced as I followed her back to reception like a dog sniffing after his favorite toy.
“This is Naomi Irving,” Atlas introduced. “Ms. Irving, this is my boss, Rowdy. He’s one of the owners.”
“It’sMrs. Irving, sweetie.” The customer looked Atlas up and down like she thought she was above her because some dumb fool who probably had a weak chin and a weaker stroke married her ass.
Atlas, the consummate professional, forced a smile. “My apologies, ma’am.”
Coming to stand behind Atlas, I placed my hands on her shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze before speaking to the customer over her head. “How can we help you, Mrs. Irksome?”
“Irving.” I just stared at her, waiting for her to tell me what her problem was before I lost my patience. She huffed when she realized I wasn’t going to kiss her ass and said, “As I told your little secretary…” I felt Atlas tense underneath me when Irksome shot her another look of disdain. “I—
“Nah. Let me stop you right there. Whatever your issue is, Atlas didn’t cause it. She’s actually trying to help your rude ass, so before you utter another syllable, I need you to apologize right fucking now or get the fuck out of my establishment.”
Irksome made a sound like a Chihuahua after you kicked it while literally clutching the string of pearls around her neck. I narrowed my gaze on the necklace, imagining Atlas wearing them and nothing else while I ate her pretty pussy until she creamed. “Is this how you treat your customers?”
“Only the annoying ones.”
“Wow. Way to lose a customer. I’ll be taking my business elsewhere from now on.” She snatched her purse off the counter and stormed out of the door.
Once the door slammed shut behind her, I immediately pushed forward and flipped open Mrs. Irving’s file lying on the counter in front of Atlas.
“Owen,” Dream whined.
I had her body trapped between me and the counter, unable to escape while I took longer than necessary to read over Mrs. Irving’s maintenance and repair history.
Kane, whose expertise I trusted explicitly, had been the one to replace the clutch and pressure plate in her Beamer, which meant he hadn’t gone anywhere near her trunk.
Seeing all I needed to know, I closed the file and whipped out my phone while Atlas squirmed pointlessly to get away.
“Owen, there are customers right there, not to mention I don’t like you anymore. Let me go.”
“Shhh.” I kissed the top of her pretty head to shut her up while scrolling through my contacts with one hand and rubbing her flat stomach under her shirt with the other. Once I found the name I was looking for, I typed out a quick text.
I know how you can repay that favor.
The bubbles appeared almost immediately, and then a response came shortly after.
Britain: How?
I texted him what I needed and where to find it before pocketing my phone and giving Atlas my full attention. She’d given up trying to dislodge me and was now clicking around on the computer. I squinted my gaze when I realized she was on fucking Facebook. I was about to rip into her for talking to her little bobblehead friends while on the clock when something more pressing caught my eye.
A new message had popped up at the bottom of the screen from someone named Sutton Hayes.
“Who the fuck is that?” I pointed at the screen right over the kissing emoji taunting me. It was all he’d sent, but it was enough to land him on my ever-growing hit list.
Atlas looked back at me over her shoulder with a frown. “My ex. Why?”
“Why is he messaging you?” Her ignorant ass shrugged while keeping her sexy mouth closed. “Oh, all right,” I said simply while seething. “Block him.”
“Did you block Savannah?”
I ignored that. “This shit is not up for discussion, Atlas.”
She sighed while typing “cute” on some girl’s picture. “On that, we can agree.”
“You still fucking him?” I didn’t wait for a response before I reached around her and clicked on his profile before she could stop me. Once his page loaded, I blew up his profile picture, committing his face to memory so that I could kill that lame if I ever ran into him.
“Absolutely not.” She scoffed. “I’d fuckyoubefore I ever let him touch me again.” She shuddered in my arms.
